TEST SUBJECT 312 || JJK

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

a/n: I know that I said that I would only be busy for two weeks but I decided to have an impromptu holiday next week so there will probably only be updates every 3-5 days still.

however, some of my favourite chapters are coming up and I can't wait for you to read them!

[ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ]

It was only an hour later when a quiet knock was tapped onto my door and, luckily for him, I already knew who the culprit was before I opened it; My breakdown was undoubtedly public knowledge in the household.

For the last hour, I had curled up beneath my duvet, like a bear in hibernation, and sobbed for days. If only crying was a contest.

I missed everything that I was familiar with. After speaking with my mother, it made me realise how much I had truly left behind. It wasn't just my job or my occupation as a scientist that I had lost. I had given up my family, my home, my childhood friends. Everything had gone down the drain in a matter of minutes and my snivelling self had only just realised it.

I quickly wiped my eyes, realising the pointlessness of it when I passed the mirror only to see my eyes rimmed with red, like some sort of raccoon, and sighed. I hoped Jungkook didn't have too many expectations because, quite honestly, I looked like a tired zombie.

Trudging sluggishly, I managed to pull open the door to be greeted by the person I was expecting.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook asked, holding onto the door frame as he leaned forward to gaze at my pitiful self. "You've got a bit of drool there."

Instantly I went to wipe my mouth, my face heating up in downright embarrassment only to realise he'd been joking. He giggled at my expression and I scowled, hitting him in the shoulder. I knew that it only felt like a pin prick to him but the satisfaction of punching him made up for it. "If you're going to bully me, you can leave."

"Oh come on," he cooed. "I even brought you a present."

My interest peaked and I went to look at whatever he was holding behind his back when he suddenly moved to the side, blocking my view. He sent me a teasing glare. "No peaking."

Huffing in resignation, I yanked the door open and sarcastically waved my hands in welcome. He leisurely strolled in and placed his mystery items on the bed before sitting down next to them. He patted the spot beside him. "Sit."

I walked up to the bed and jumped up next to him. He messed around with his 'present' before holding it out to me. I couldn't help but laugh when I looked down to see a smiley face staring back up at me, made from blueberries, syrup and pancakes. "I promised I'd bring you breakfast."

"Thank you," I said, grabbing the plate and reaching for a knife and fork. I instantly started devouring the meal in front of me, glad my hunger was satiated. Due to my endless sobbing, I hadn't noticed the distant rumble in my stomach but, as I ate the food, I couldn't help but moan at the taste. Jin's food was heavenly and, I must admit, the smile was a good add-on.

Jungkook seemed giddy and I lifted my head to look at him with an eyebrow raised. "What do you want?"

"I've got something else." There was a clatter of items as he rustled around. It wasn't long before he spun back to face me, a new item in his hand. "Ta-da!"

Lying on his open palms were two recognisable items: scissors and a hair razor. "You're going to let me cut your hair?" I asked, my smile growing of it's own accord. It's as if there was a trail of gunpowder in my veins and Jungkook had the match, ready to strike and light the excitement in the pit of my stomach. Instantly, I snatched the tools from his hands, the pancakes lying forgotten on the bed.

"What hairstyle can I do?" I asked.

"Anything you want?" Jungkook certainly knew how to cheer me up. Without hesitation, I grabbed his hand and pulled him to a chair in the corner of the room. He laughed and told me to slow down but my brewing desire for mischief was too strong.

"I'm going to warn you now, I don't have the faintest idea what I'm doing." I expected some sign of fear on his part, whether that was a nervous gulp, some fidgeting or flat out refusal but he just waved his hand, urging me to continue. I shrugged; it's his loss anyway.

"Jin normally does this," Jungkook said, as the scissors cut through the first chunk of hair and his brown locks fell into a heap on the floor. This was exhilarating. "He did offer but I thought that you'd have much more fun."
That was true. I was having a lot of fun.
"What are you doing anyway?"

"An undercut," I said swiftly and without doubt. If I could actually hone some hairdressing skills, this would look exceptionally striking . I'd only ever seen Jungkook with long hair and I couldn't wait to see him in his usual state. Without the curtains of hair, I think he'd look much more youthful. The scissors made a satisfying noise as I severed another chunk of hair. "Just don't make me bald."

I sniggered and turned on the razor, the noise reverberating around the room. "No promises."

He went to argue but I'd already placed the whizzing machine to his scalp and began to shave the underside of his head. Occasionally, I had to lean close to his face to capture the small curves around his ear and I would blush furiously. It was even worse when I kneeled I'm front of him, to cut his fringe, our noses nearly touching. As soon as the fringe looked decent, I stepped back quickly and almost tumbled as I tried to regain my balance.

"I think it actually looks pretty good," I mused, admiring my work. To say that it was my first time cutting someone's hair, it was neat and even. I'm not the type of person to boast but even I couldn't stop praising my task. I heard Jungkook shuffle as he got of the chair and looked in the nearby mirror.

"Wow, you did better than Jin. I like it."

He turned back, gave me a thumbs up, and a smile that turned my insides to mush. His smile was so genuine that I couldn't help but feel shyness creep over me at the warm gesture. It didn't help that my guess had been completely correct.

With the hair brushed away from his face, he looked impossibly handsome (not that he wasn't before but this time was different). My favourite part was his eyes, so dark that they could be black. However, even with another shade or a completely different colour, I would still be in awe of the way his eyes gleamed happily. In the laboratory, they had always been downcast and filled with a brewing hate but, now, they smiled with all the hopes for a better future. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.

I blushed, realising that I'd been daydreaming about the boy before me and shook my head. In all seriousness, I had to stop these forbidden thoughts. Me and Jungkook were friends. Friends.

"Now that you've done my hair, how about I do yours?"

I straightened, sending him a look of warning. Even though I might be open to letting him brush it again, he was not coming even a foot close to me with those scissors. I wildly shook my head as I took a tentative step backwards. "No way."

I felt like a mouse in a trap as the cat, aka Jungkook, lazily sauntered towards me with a cheeky smile on his face.

"Stay away," I warned, side stepping closer to the door and my only viable exit. He seemed to notice my cautious shuffle and smirked, his head tilting to the side arrogantly. He took another step closer, taunting me with the scissors, and I let out a squeal. I quickly ran to the door, wrenched on the handle and darted down the hallway, my giggles making me dizzy as I ran.

From behind, I could hear the echoes of his laughter as he followed.